Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Terry Callier to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.